We bid our dear kitties good-bye and hit the road. Note to would-be burglars: Our house is filled with more people than usual so you will be disappointed.
Our first real stop is Asheville, NC. Everyone who I told that we would be stopping there said that I would love Asheville. Normally, when that happens I automatically think that I will, therefore, hate it. I knew why people said it. They said it because Asheville has a high hippie quotient and, it is, as Finnian said, like a smaller Portland, Oregon. (Like a good teenager, he said that with a bit of a sneer in his voice).
Dang it, but I do love Asheville! Sometimes it is hard to be someplace where I see all my favorite things out on parade - it reminds me that I am such a cliche. But then again, how can I really hate a place like that? As I walked home from my morning yoga class, the answer was definitely no, I can not.
Plus, we met up with my friend, the artist, Patrick Glover. He lives in Charlotte, NC, but is desperately trying to save money to move to Asheville, where there is more of a community for him. It was great to hang out and have some supper...
...at the Mellow Mushroom. Hippie pizza - gotta love it!
For Uncle David - Hoagies? Really? We also have seen many signs for "subs". No sign of grinders anywhere. Just FYI.
Yes. Asheville = good. We will wander about more today and enjoy a potluck lunch over at Phil Mechanic Studios, a most groovy place that is doing what so many of us dream of doing - creating a space for artists of all kinds that is welcoming and affordable and fun. And they process and sell biodiesel fuel.
Yes, Asheville = good.